Bemyguest Cafe Novels & Stories

The Devils Café was owned and operated by Mrs. Bee since her husband died. He bought the café because Bee loved the view from the balcony. It connected to her B & B, and she wanted to look out from the upstairs and drink her jack laced coffee every morning. She told him it would be a good business investment. He knew she loved the view.

He double-checked the doors, windows and made sure that nothing was left on before he departed. There were several ways he could get to Busan but he decided that today he would take a bus there, well three buses to be exact but it was an adventure and the exercise would do him good. At least that's how he saw it. Amias arrived at the bus stop and the bus rolled up a few minutes later. The bus trips were not eventful unless you count a drunk older gentleman doing an Elvis impression interesting. But Amias was more focused on what he was going to do in Busan. After scrolling on social media, he found a popular cafe that was near the beach in Busan, just a couple of streets from the stop he was

That morning, before leaving for campus, Athena stopped by Moon Cafe, a cafe with violet shades and a garden with sparkling glass walls, reflects the atmosphere of the garden as if under the moonlight all around. The cafe is located on the side of a road that Athena often travels on foot to her campus. At first Athena was hesitant to enter the cafe because it seemed like it was expensive, she just stood in front of the cafe, feeling interested but hesitant. However, a waiter, who happened to be in front of the cafe greeted her kindly, invited her to enter so that Athena finally dared to enter. The friendly waitress named Bara and they eventually became friends. Now every morning before leavi

He wrapped his arms around my shoulder and I let out a smile as we walked outside. Damn, this is beyond my dreams. I locked the door first before we went inside his car. It took us more than five minutes before we finally arrived at the cafe. Before we entered, I took a glance at the cafe's name which was being lit up by warm light. Nimo Brew. A smile formed across my lips. I saw this cafe a lot of times on the internet, but I never got the chance to come here. "So. . . this is Nimo Brew," I muttered and let out a chuckle before looking inside the place.

Samantha took a 360-degree glance at the place, her eyes scanning every corner of the cozy, warmly lit cafe. Jasmine’s Cafe was a charming haven, with rustic wooden tables and chairs, the rich scent of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the sweet aroma of baked goods. The soft hum of quiet conversations and the gentle clinking of cups created a soothing ambiance, while sunlight streamed through the large windows, casting a golden glow on the polished wooden floors and the brick walls adorned with vintage art.

30? "Hello, guys! I had to leave. Let's get caught up tomorrow." I took off from the basketball court and exited the school. I got on the bus and arrived at the cafe. Becky invited me to meet her in the office after I finished my shift. I'm hoping it's because of my late entry. I changed my clothes, put on my uniform, and began serving the people. Oh my God. I had already studied the menu before coming here, so I wouldn't have trouble remembering the names. This cafe offers a range of coffees and snacks under several labels.

‘I’ll make sure you deliver my coffee, so you can check them out,’ I say, laughing at her. ‘I’ll hold you to that!’ She says. At the shelter, Debbie prints out a copy of my resume. ‘Goodluck,’ she says, and I leave. I get home and watch TV until it’s time for my shift downstairs. It’s a very easy shift; I serve nothing but beer, because our customers don’t want anything else. Ruth thanks me for my help, and after my shift I go upstairs to bed. I arrive at Cafe Charm with Hailey, and Mark and Grace are there for their usual.